My roommate, Vytas Kisielius ’78, and I worked for President Bowen during our last three semesters of school. We bartended and waited at dinners and events that he and his wife ran at their University home. What I remember most was how often he’d come into the kitchen to spend time with Vytas and me. He’d drink scotch, eat peanuts, and schmooze with us. We once asked, “Shouldn’t you be in there with your guests” (often-times world-renowned people)? And he answered, “Nah, I’d rather be in here with you. They’re not as much fun.”
My roommate, Vytas Kisielius ’78, and I worked for President Bowen during our last three semesters of school. We bartended and waited at dinners and events that he and his wife ran at their University home. What I remember most was how often he’d come into the kitchen to spend time with Vytas and me. He’d drink scotch, eat peanuts, and schmooze with us. We once asked, “Shouldn’t you be in there with your guests” (often-times world-renowned people)? And he answered, “Nah, I’d rather be in here with you. They’re not as much fun.”
How can you not but love a man like that?